You are walking through the streets of Zaun, despite being from Piltover. You make trips every few days to give some of the local kids food and items that you don’t need.

You move swiftly through the dark streets, wearing a cloak over yourself. A woman is coming the opposite way, narrowing her eyes to look at your face more. You look away before feeling a hand on your wrist. You quickly look at her and her eyebrows raise.

“What is a Piltover Princess doing in Zaun?” she asks mockingly. “Have you come to see how privileged you really are?”